rimes that be Scrap't from old ruin'd Poetry Take wit at interest up and use Some mercenary Jugling muse That may uncase to you and me Not what you are but fain would be And let her spend at least an age To trim you ready for the stage Of faine where you shall have progression Not for the truth but the expression Stifly affirming you more sweet and fair Then fresh Aurora or the air In cloudy daies and testifie How many 〈…〉 overs from your eye Took flame and burnt both flesh and soules To ashes or at least to coâ—les And justifie how many passe To you as to the Corinth Lasse And would not fear the infernal grove So they might but enjoy your love And warm their chiller spirits by The sun-shine of your sacred eye With thousands more such words as these The marrow of Hyperbolts Say Shall I thus endevour No This were t' applaud my mortall foe 'T was her false beauty too too free That like a tyrant martyr'd me 5. Cruelty GO little Archer to another zone And there display thy power make it known To savage brutes whose truculent desires Give ground to fury and enhaunce the fires Of cruell onsets Chaunt the wilder crew Of sensuall creatures such as never knew One thought beneath a rigor Go and set The conquering pile on the Rhinoceret Charm thou the Lion and the Leopards fume Refrain the subtle foxes with thy plume This were a work of charity an act Of meer necessity and would be backt With popular applause What though you can Not temper them with reason as a man Is by divine instinction yet you may Prohibit their distempers and alay Their desperate madnesse for we sadly prove No shackle so restringent is as love Then fly away from me and do not use Thy tyranny my freedome to abuse Since it is needlesse I was tame before Needing no instigation to adore Where duty bids Go seek another shaft That may divert the former and and by craft Reduce me to my reason that doth lie Dazl'd and martyr'd by a virgins eye O clasp those lids and let my senses turn To their own vertue or to coals I burn 6. The cruel Boy NOr Boreas blasts nor Vulcane bellowes Nor fortunes low nor lofty followes Nor outward care nor inward sorrow Nor newes of ill shall come to morrow Could make my intellects more stupid Then has the pregnant bow of Cupid Proud Mars his lusty blowes will smart Not half so much as his small dart He conquers all men by his quiver And he himself is conquer'd never And who would think a childe should doe Such noble feats Consider too What aid he hath to hold the fort They are but of the weaker sort His Counter-scarps half-moons and trenches Are manag'd all by wanton wenches And yet they are not volunteers For they must all be prest he swears Yet sure if wisdome would but pause In little time she 'd finde the cause Why they so strong their turrets keep 'T is cause their trenches are so deep So deep dame Nature did alot um That never man could finde the bottome Unlikely then that we should win That sink so low at entring in 7. A walk in a summer-morning I. JUly inviting in a morning sweet when fair Aurora plaid With golden Phoebus in a crimson sheet Untill they were betraid Florina whom the gods applaud For beauty went with me abroad But Oh the blisses the Seraphick blisses I found to feed my soul in her sweet kisses II. Such the perfections of Florina were Such pleasure in her love That every verdant Arbor did appear As mansions all above The Crystalline where Jove attends To welcome all his jovial friends But Oh c. III. Bright were the heavens and their houses swept Virgo began to rise Agnus a galliard danc't and Hireus leapt While Philomell defies The sleeping Bubo every sweet To blend loves harmony did meet But Oh c. IV. When I had poysed every pleasant show And summ'd up all in jest I found the totall object too too low To entertain tho guest For if the Poets had her seen Then deifi'd she should have been But Oh the blisses the Seraphick blisses I found to feed my soul in her sweet kisses 8. Thalius and Clarena Thalius What new discu 〈…〉 esie has prest To be Clarena's bosom guest What policy has over-aw'd What th' publique eye did once applaud And glory in the chearfull beam Of thy curl'd brow loves copious theam Clarena Ah wofull wretch distressed soul Deluded maid sweet Mars did toul My passing bell for I have found With this with this destroying wound I am already pierc'd and why Should I poor heart 〈…〉 whose constancy Is crost by love and whose ill fate Sees her sad destiny too late Oâ—ce think to live or own the strife Of action which assisteth life Thalius Sweet star let fall thy influence And learn me to unlock the sense Of thy invellop't words let 's see What in these Hieroglyphicks be Display the emblemes of dark ire And light my limped eyes with fire Of thy expression Clarena Charon come I 'de fain be at Ellzium I loath to live I 'le not indure My thought should feed on what 's impure Tha. Alas this this is no satisfaction No antidote to my distraction Some sullen fate has lately flown Into thy contentation Whose tenure to thy Thalius show That he may aid thee in thy woe Clarena Charon where 's thy transporting boat Ore Stygian waves I 'de gladly float Thalius be silent let me die And never ask the reason why Tha. Charon keep back and come not here To rob me of my dearest deer Let not her absence me prevent But let me know her discontent Clarena Imperfect soul whose painted mask Shrouds meer deceit how canst thou ask The tenure of my toyle when thou Procuredst it but even now Thalius Heaven aid my weaknesse and declare In what respect my failings are Could my Clarena sink as low As ere my basest thoughts did grow She in that depth should not discover The least of a deceiving lover Clar. I but too sadly I am told How thou art brib'd by lust and gold To violate thy vowes and stain Thy fair pretences with foul gain Thal. To th' gods I swear it is untrue I never lov'd a she but you Nor did I ere imbrace a she For lust or gold gods what say ye Clar. Report saies otherwise Tha. Report Is more uncertain then the Court And will you build your faith upon Feeble Reports foundation Heaven can witnesse I was never Shot by a dart from Cupid's quiver Whose bow was not your brow whose pile Was not your own subduing smile Some sad assaults indeed have bin Acted by these whose loathsome sin Is impudence and they whose aime Is lesse interess'd then their fame In goodnesse flowing with more passion Then is receiv'd with acceptation Such such whose ill ambitions are To catch in their malicious snare Those that are free such as
Thou 'lt do the self-same work Thus doth thy zeal To his appeal And in his lap doth lurk IV. Shall Caesars frown or Caesars smile Ring change in my devotion Or shall I pawn my faith a while To amplifie my potion No no I hate To wheel with fate Or move with every motion VII Poor is his faith and poor his friend And poorer his renown Whose joy and sorrow must depend On Caesars smile or frown Such fabricks stand On sliding sand And soon are tumbled down VIII 'T is you professe Religion right And hate to hear of evill Yet in the darkest caves you 'l light A candle to the Devill 'T is you whose paint Sets forth a Saint Yet you are most uncivill IX 'T is you that act a double Scene Ye seem to be profound To this or that side ye will lean And stand on any ground 'T is you I swear That run with th' hare And follow with the hound X. My resolution is a rock Of steel and doth disdain To yeeld unto the proudest knock Inchantments are in vain I 'le never prove To fall in love For fear or filthy gain 27. The Upstart WHy should I humour every critick fool Whose law 's his will whose ignorance his rule Whose prying censure seldome keeps at home Whose tongue talks only of great things to come Whose heart forgets his unde and looks higher Then the low fabricks of desert aspire Whose arrogancy does abhorre the newes Of quondam poverty and does refuse To honour those who formerly did blesse Him with old suits and cloath his nakednesse For pities sake 'Cause now by fate he 's risen And hoyst upon a Cock-horse from a prison Shall he therefore that once was so absurd Now think to claim acquaintance with the bird Of worthy Jove or shall my breath applaud him For by respect of lucre shall I laud him No let him perish with his pride and fall The Devil give him reverence and all His damned crew for they have reason for 't Cause he is Vice-roy of their sable Court T is not th' extention of his new swoln fate That shall allure me to lick up the bait Nor yet the fury of his pride and passion Shall ere unhasp my temper from its station Do what he can yet I on no condition Will be a servant unto his ambition Though he 's incourag'd by an ample fee Of nimble Fortune and has outrun mee That had the best on 't once yet I will swim Through every plague before I 'le creep to him Not that I murmur at his good successe But laugh and scorn at his unworthinesse He that has chang'd his fleece and now thinks fit By changing of his flesh to better it He 's the true object of the purest hate That alters his conditions with estate 18. The Declaration I. CLara th' art absolutely wise Clara th' art fair and fine And thou wouldst perfect all my joyes If thou wouldst but be mine In truth I love thee with my heart Though others tell thee so And say thy love shall nere depart Yet still thou seest they go II. O trust them not they 'l work thy woe Their love is all in tongue Their fiery zeal at first doth show It will not tarry long Their love 's attended with a curse 'T is barb'rous and injust They only love thee for thy purse Or else their love is lust III. They promise Joyntures fair and good Their hearts will be thy debter All this is 'cause th' have understood Thy fortune is the better Is better then their own they know And hence it is they move thee But my affection is not so It is for love I love thee IV. Wert thou as poor as ere was girl Yet I abhorre to halt For in mine eyes thou art a pearl And so thou ever shalt I love those jewels in thy brest Thy vertue and thy wit And all the gods shall me attest I only love for it 29. To her Friend 'T Is not with haughty malice I aspire To court your sense nor arm'd with Cupid's fire No wanton philtre does inforce my quill The sacred orbs of your blest ears to fill I 'm no rejected Echo who to gain Narcissus favour takes a world of pain Divides the winde the brambles and the briers Hoping to kindle his untempered fires I mean not thus 't is reason doth invade 'T is she that acts and she that would perswade She mov'd with friendship bids me if I may Unveil your eyes and drive those mists away That shroud the genius of your soul and draw Your frantick fancie to another law Then that of reason tainted and unjust Created not of honesty but lust What can you see of vertue or of art In her you love that may exact your heart To yeeld obedience to her frowns and smiles She 's all deceit and where she comes beguiles Is it her beauty only that doth move Thy cogitations to the flames of love Shall that frail Gem when haply it may be But counterfeited out by subtilty Be rank't among the vertues and be thought Worthy with souls destruction to be bought What purblinde what misconceived good With-holds the nobler practice of thy bloud Has Circe charm'd you and will you but please To judge the Mine by the Superficies Search home and see if her alluring skin Can smother the deformities within This done you 'l finde poor soul she doth impart Nothing that 's counted rich but undesert Then curb thy sallies and thy self inspect Survey these ample errors and correct Them by discretion purge thy putrid brain From this corruption then begin again With this quaint Siren do not thou be charm'd Pity good nature were no better arm'd With prudent weapons that they might improve Their worthier fortunes in the wars of love Call back thy forces lay thy siege no more Against a garrison that 's won before Poor prize it renders triumph unto no man It 's won with too much ease it 's too too common Therefore refuse to storm it and retire If thou intendest to be honour'd by her Who is thine in all friendship 20. Chance I. WHat 's my offences that my fortunes be Inshrined in the tomb of poverty But dust I am from dust I came And unto dust return I must And he whom fate doth blesse With health and wealth and worthinesse Is nothing more and he must do no lesse II. Man in the noontide of his glorie 's but A lump of Clay where a quick soul is put All this you know he is but so And he that can but say he 's man Though fame and fortune say He 's Prince or Pope yet here I may Presume to match with him we both are clay III. O me How comes it then to passe that he Whose corps were gendred in the dirt with me Should rise so high and I poor I Should fall so low as now I do Is 't art no that 's not it Our knowledge no such thoughts admit 'Cause some mens
would shoot And batter down all good repute Cause there might none unspotted be To rail at their iniquity 'T is true by these I have been face't And in a single sense disgrac't But unto these I nere inclin'd Nor gave the hostage of my minde Nor did I think Clarena cou'd Have once suspected that my bloud Was so unworthy as to please Or take impress from such as these If I should once be lesse then thine Alas I should be none of mine Should I in passion once agree To play upon another shee I should suppose my sin most great And like a Hermite nere retreat To see thy face but end my years In deserts where no sign appears Of love and beauty Clarena Speak thou thy self thy self and say I know thou lov'dst me passing well Thy fancy had no parallell And where most love doth reign we see Thee alwaies is most jealousie And where most jealousie 's in fashion There 's most critick observation Say the 〈…〉 Clarena thou whose eyes Have peept in all my secrecies And out of conscience say if you Ere found what now report doth shew Did not your self with more intent Then they whose words and complement Proceed from idlenesse which drawes A large discourse from any cause Inspect my life yet never saw The smallest breach in Cupids law Clarena 'T is true Tha. O clear the heavens then And let thy cheeks return agen To their first splendor Call no more For Charon's boat to cast thee ore But let 's renew our faith and so Wee 'l finde Elizium ere we go Place'd in our loves Cla. Pardon I 've done I 'le court thee with an orison Pardon O pardon I confesse My own my own unworthinesse Tha. Can she unworthy be whose face And vertuous temper and whose grace The glorious angels nay yet higher The gods inrag'd with earnest fire Wax warm by courting I 'le give ore Thy pardon 's seal'd I 'le say no more Clarena With kisses then my own I 'le cherish Dumps get you gone let sorrow perish I 'le live and love Charon avoyd More nobly are my thoughts imploy'd Thalius is mine and boast I may That I am his true Clarena 9. The Complaint I. AH mee I faint I fall I perish Unlesse my Claria come and cherish My blew lips with a balmy kisse Sacred blisse That recovers The infatuate souls of lovers Come and feed Me at need II. Where art thou gone th' art alwaies void When thou shouldst be the best imploy'd Empty airy easie gentle thing Let us cling 'T is an action Gives love-sick spirits satisfaction And doth rout Pining doubt II. Come let us twinde let 's clip and close And drink Nectarian juice that flowes â—rom the fresh riv'lets of thy lips Where there skips Many a Cupid To revive a soul that 's stupid And relieve Us that grieve 10. The Refusal NAy do not urge thines eyes no tear shall rear 〈◊〉 recantation in my heart No art â—hall disresolve my fixed minde Nor binde â—o over to anothers will I 'le fill â—o fancies but my own where love Doth move â—e to solicite in this sute I 'le do 't â—hall thy untempered tears recall And thrall 〈◊〉 heart that 's free to fry and tire In fire Of vexing fancy No I 'le first Be curst With each pernicious and ill fate But that When I was first polluted in The sin Of serving thee thou hadst no purse Nay worse Thou hadst not one poor spark of grace Nor face That might intice me no desert Thou wert Indow'd with All thy breast within Was sin Yet though thou hast no coyne nor grace Nor face And though thy sins are manifold Untold It is not this provokes my heart To part With thine only my will I vow Sayes Goe Or otherwise I could have staid And plaid The fool I could dispend with all Those small Defects and could have born what ere Was there Of sin too much only I must Be just Unto my will which has forsook Loves book Then do not welter at my change Think strange At no mischance 'T is the lame cause Withdrawes My love as won it Both my love and loathing Spring only hence I love and loath for nothing 11. The Check DOwn ye aspiring thoughts where would ye mount What would ye veil proud Atlas brow or count The countlesse lights of heaven Do you strive With Polyphemus to unthrone and drive Great Jupiter from his imperial seat Alas alas your power is not so great Review your weaknesse span your selves again I am but dust and ashes O refrain This frailty and self-flattery and see The inside of thine imbecillitie I 'm but a pondrous clod and cannot rise Above the stage of earth each thought that flies Higher then that is haughty and doth prance And may with its excelsity advance My finall ruine He that looks to sit Above his fellowes deals with pride not wit His guide is Folly and his friend a stranger The Life-guard of his safety is but Danger Then die conceits and rest within the tombe Of earth polluted earth from whence ye come 12. The Query SAy Shall I love her I or no Her that has left me wounded so So wounded that I must indure An endlesse wound a wound past cure Past all the cure of physicks art That art works nothing on a heart A grieved heart a heart that groans That groans for love whom love disowns Whom love for spite did set on fire Did set on fire and then retire Retire like Nero to some mont And there in scorn did look upon 't Upon the heart she had betraid Upon the flame that she had made Oh shall I still her eyes adore Adore her eyes that have giv'n ore Giv'n ore to heal me or recruite My faintings when one look would do 't Say Shall I at her absence grieve Or pin my love upon her sleeve No all 's but passion and there needs No such endevour no such deeds Then farewell love thou restlesse guest And lodge no longer in my breast I 'le walk no more in beauties light Since 't is more dangerous then night Full of deceitfull Crannies and Will scarcely let good tempers stand 〈◊〉 day in peace And hardly knowes At best how to pay half it owes â—ur offered souls it takes in vain â—nd payes our favours with disdain 13. The Wish I. O That I had by Gyges ring Or Daedalus his well-flegd'd wing â—r Europ's Bull or any thing II. â—hat would convey me to that Zone â—here my heart imp't by love is flown â—nd left me dying all alone III. â—et speaking tears expresse my woes â—h heartlesse man Oh fortune Oh! 〈…〉 ve bring my heart or let me go IV. â—o fetch that tyrant's that possesses â—ine in her bosome and neer guesses the large extent of my distresses V. â—et since th' hast stoln by thy sweet power â—y heart and keep'st it in thy tower â—nd leav'st me in despair to louer VI I 'le count such fortune but a bubble And to
there Lest I blaspheme the Idol and become For that offence barr'd from Elizium Thus I in part have told you what I know Of things above and things that are below And for what 's wanting I must needs refer Unto the next return o' th Carrier 21. The invitation to walk CLarena Come and let 's repair Into the fields to take the air And in what place so ere we come Thy presence makes Elizium Let rurall swains adore thy fame And Courtiers comment on thy name And let the world thy beauty see That Poets may eternize thee Step out with me to yonder bower And there we 'l pluck the fairest flower And when w' have done we 'l view and see Which is the fairest it or thee See'st thou those blossom'd trees that shine With common glory not with thine With thine that did receive a glose Beyond the lustre of a rose From heavens bounty how they wait To wanton in their happy fate Of thy sweet presence where in passion Of love and joy and emulation They may conspire themselves and see Their own despis'd deformity â—nvade Priapus see his leeks And set thy lustre on his cheeks And he no sooner will espie The heavenly tulip of thine eye But in a passion he will run 〈…〉 As Owles avoid the light of sun â—nto a corner and will powr â—own tears more lavish then a show'r To see himself exceeded so And must become a theam below â—nothers worth Me thinks I see The bushes becken unto thee The dewy morn has shed a tear â—ecause she wants thy presence there Then prethee let 's go to the plain Or else let 's go to bed again 22. A Mole on Celia's Cheek I. WHat 's that fair Celia doth presume To th' mansion of that heavenly room Thy cheek Doth beauty bud or bloom II. Or else did Nature place it there â—n emulation and for fear Thou shouldst above her self appear III. And so she thought as well she might She were not th' author of so bright A Gem as on thy cheeks did light IV. Or were it by a power divine That so that lively face of thine Might not without a blemish shine V. Nor might appear beyond the Moon Which is for earth too high a boon For nothing's perfect that's sublune VI And so each Idolizing eye That in so bright a Zone doth lie Should take thee for a Deity VII On this account 't might haply be For goddesses do strive we see In beauty for priority VIII Yet how so ere it came I wot It serves her for a beauty spot And to her splendor is no blot IX Venus had one or else I dare Be so audacious as to swear Sh 'had nere been counted half so fair X. 'T is poverty that plenty prizes The worth of health by sicknesse rises And beautie 's better'd by disguises XI White with black spots doth whiter show And she no woman is I trow That has not one 'bove or below 23. The Bitter-Sweeting I. SAw you Aurora in her morning dresse Ere sable clouds approach Her burnisht tresses to oppresse And vail her crimson Coach So fair and fairer Claria shines Whose heavenly glance injoynes All eyes that view her To praise her and persue her II. Ah! but thou serpent of infernall breed Ambition that do'st rest With restlesse actions and dost feed Within so fair a breast Thou spoyl'st the glory of this star With thy deforming scar Th' hast blurr'd her rayes Like spotted Cynthia's III. Has never fame created in thine ears Pallas her pregnant wit Tush tush my Claria's fancy rears More lively works then it Whence Poets must their phrases draw And Satyrs stand in aw And dare not louer Against so strange a power IV. Ah! but thou seed of pestilential race Incontinency sprung From Pluto's Cave or some such place My Claria thou dost wrong Poysnest the prudence of her brain With infamy and stain And gainest more Hate then wit gain'd love before V. And now my Claria for so clear a beauty And wit so pure and free I must imbrace it as my duty To love and honour thee Yet from those vices that arise I 've learned to despise A thing that 's foul With all with all my soul 24. The Cheat I. ONce I did love and loved true Ah! but it prov'd in vain Claria I fell in love with you You vow'd to love and more you said Your love should be divine What prank soever fortune plaid Yet still you would be mine II. This re-inforc't my new born zeal And did ingage me more Loves charming blisses to reveal Then ere I durst before I fetcht expressions lovers use To court their Ladies by From Helicon and every Muse Claria did deifie III. With Indian pearl and gifts the best Of nature and of art I fed this love and with the rest I gave my wounded heart And then I thought thou hadst been mine No reason urg'd my doubt My fate was rich my joyes divine With blessings wall'd about IV. Because she did my presents take And own me as her own I little thought she would forsake him she had pitcht upon I thriv'd in Confidence and said Fortune had chose for me The prettiest and the wittiest maid That ever eyes did see V. But when I had conceived so Then I was most deceiv'd Oh little little did I know Of thee I was bereav'd Coelestial beauty How couldst thou Commit so foul a fact As to infringe a sacred vow With ceremony backt VI Unconstant fate unconstant love Unconstant Lady too I 'le scorn you all and will remove My love away from you And since unblemisht love must be rewarded in such sort Henceforth I 'le fix my love on thee But for an hours sport 25. The Catch I. COme to the brim boy fill our bouls 'T is wine new vamps our heart And sets a glosse upon our souls Beyond the power of Art II. 'T is wine that drowns corrupting woes And Fortunes fury quenches The poor man whilest in sack he flowes He feels no want but Wenches 26. The Weather-cock I. Z'Life I reach my sword for in my rage In thousand bits I 'le slash The Gnathoâ—s that defile our age And break their bones to mash Those that will turn Ere they will burn And slink at every slash II. Those that their Prince and Peers adore For interest of their own Those when their fortunes are blown ore Will vanish and are gone And basely will Like swallowes still Seek out the warmest Zone III. Those that have learned to divide Their hearts and tongues in two That will abet on either side Serve both the false and true And you that can Praise every man That keeps a bribe for you VI If Caesar daign to smile on such No paradise so sweet But if he frowns and frowneth much Their fortune 's under feet And then their bliss And pleasure is Lapt in a winding sheet V. If Caesar prayes to Mahomet Then thou wilt be a Turk Or if Popes pardons he will get
Come now and curse your clouded fates As I have cursed mine II. You sons of Cypria that were wont There to maintain your games That were devoted to the font Where pleasure flowes and flames Come mourn with me and sadly cry The Black-boy is a going Which needs must be infallibly To our eternall ruin III. Ring out our sisters passing-bell And let your tears increase Spin out your daies in some dark Cell Where sorrow nere may cease What will you doe where will you rest And where will you repose Where will you finde so fair a nest Where love and beauty growes IV. There when my money all was spent I went upon the score But now alas I must lament I shall do so no more Sweet Nan whose soul and vertues are For Princely thoughts a shrine O how unblest thy neighbours are In this sad change of thine V. Why would you leave us What distaste Did harbour in your minde How came your fancy over-cast Why were you so inclin'd The Black-boyes oyl no more will flow His Cruce is all exhaust And he that there to drink doth go His labour will be lost VI The black Boy and the white Girl both Have lost their powers there Which story to unfold I 'm loath Nor can without a tear Yet though Budge-row they have forsook And left that throne behinde them All you that please for them to look In Abchurch-lane may finde them 37. The Soliloquie I OH let me die and to Elizium goe Let me not languish in my woe What glorie 's here That 's permanent or dear That may inchant a soul with reason blest To tarry in 't or take one minutes rest II. Love is forgotten and the world is grown Like to the Smirnian Actor who 't is known When Heaven's name O' th' stage he did proclaime Would paint his finger on the earth and there Seem to set his affections as it were III. Society the darling of delight That turned bale to blisse made day of night Is quite destroy'd By avarice and pride Whereas our vertues had extent before Now each regards his own worth and no more IV. Oh let me then lay down my vernall head Upon those groves prepared for the dead Good heaven grant To death a Pursivant That he may bring me to the Stygian shore Where Charon with his boat may waft me ore V. There shall I see my Doroclea's brow Which sight I 've lost which losse brought me so low She whose fair eyes Might be a Princely prize She that lov'd true and to maintain her vow Was forc't to fly unto those fields below VI There shall I see her there shall I enjoy her There will the gods give me a mansion by her Where with sweet kisses Smilings and sweeter blisses We 'l feast and there in spight of fate and foe We 'l do those Orgies here we left to doe VII There shall I see my brethren and my sires That warm'd my fancy with Pierian fires That found my Muse With buskin'd hose and shooes And such a spirit on my genius hurl'd That for a minde free I could change the world VIII There Ben would bid me welcome and his mates Whose fruitfull brains and whose ingenious pates I 've crown'd with bayes Of Sack in former dayes I was their Ganymede and they would be As jovial as a Jupiter to me IX There should I reign and bid a rush for Kings Popes Lords and Princes or such mighty things All high ' descents Grim looks or Parliaments All care to gain or fear to lose estates Guns Pikes or Pistols Swords or Counter-gates 38. The Gender WHy should her beauty thus inchant Poor me her wofull supplicant Why do I follow with a tear Her various steps is she more dear Then others are What though she's cri'd Up to be natures only pride That is no solid cause to summon A choice affection while she 's common 'T is true she is both young and tender And she is of the female gender Were she but so it would be well But more then this she doth excell For if the thing discussed bee She 's common both to two and three Or if to number we must fall You 'l finde she 's common unto all 39. To the Nymph I. COme leave this dull retired life And now assume the name of wife Ere iâ— be more then time Why should that flower fall alone That might be pull'd by every one its glorie 's now in prime II. Hold not your beauty in suspence But in loves Innes of Courts commence To be a Student fair With him that is resolv'd to be Your unrelenting Votary While he is mov'd with air III. Why startle you from man so much Despising him whose every touch Is th' author of your blisses Why will you unto him allow A sullen and tempestuous brow And formalize your kisses IV. 'T is man you ought to look upon As th' end of your perfection But if you die in scorn Your urn your issue doth compose Heaven's abus'd and you must lose The end for which y' are born 40. Her Reply I. YEs I could follow Cupid's tents But when I see such presidents Of woe ingendered there I check my fancies and recall My looser resolutions all And sleck my flames with fear II. What shall poor tempted Ladies doe Into whose bosomes shall they throw The Lotteries of their love When every moment we may see How unresolv'd their servants bee And how awry they move III. Their fat professions are most free Phrases flow fast of constancy Expression doth excell Now their swift fancy flies as high As Titan in the towring skie Then sinks as low as hell IV. Bright as the taper of the night At first they do extend their light Exposing love enough And then become ere they have done More odious then comparison Their exit makes a snuffe V. Give me the solid Lover then That goes away and comes agen And breaks no spousal vow That 's not by every smile ore-thrown Nor dasht aside by every frown Nor answers every bow VI If such invite me with his flame With equall heat I 'le meet the same Through every case and state To him my bosome I 'le unlace His love and him I will imbrace In spite of foe or fate 41. The Club COme my hearts and alter Cases Burnish all with Sack your faces Light the world with copper Noses Redder then the damask roses Or the torch held out by Hero Strike up voices sing Fa-lero Since our lives can not be ever Short and sweet delights the liver Yesterday is past returning Quench your spirits from worldly burning Pine you not away with sorrow Nor be carefull for to morrow Let your zealots take up quarters In their Abbies and their Dorters We 'l drive out the drousie summers With renowned cups and rummers Shun Physitians and their stories And despise their Purgatories Let Galen say what he pleases Sack will sink down all diseases Colick Dropsie Teeth or Ptisick There 's no
such approved physick This is that the gods affected And for their own use selected This is that sets anguish flying Cheers the heart that lies a dying Rinces nature from distemper Invests each man in an empire Bids the Taylor draw his dagger And the slow-tongu'd Changeling swagger Here 's the cream of the Creation Here 's the habit most in fashion Foolish glory 's but a bubble Riches may consume as stubble Hang the world and save the Liquor Play about and booz it quicker Here 's a health to him that 's loyall To the cup and stands the triall Of a vine-disburthening showre And makes Wine his only dowre That 's not with new follies lur'd But drink healths to'th quondam St 42. The Stand I. UNdone Alas undone My will my wisdome hath outrun My roving soul hath vainly wrought A hainous crime a grievous fau't In seeking where my folly sought II. False zeal how can it be That fortune ere should favour thee When to good fortune thou hast been Unfavourable what a sin And sorrow art thou plunged in The Return I. THe weary footman having past Ore many a hill and many a dale Through many a storm and many a vale With full desire returns at last Unto his native bed and there Sucks in his rest with full career II. Recalling then into his minde The horrid tempests he has known The Alpie grades that he has gone Then pleasantly he begins to finde The preeminence of that same place Where first his life began the race III. And having by experience found No orb more dulcid then his own No soyl so soft to tread upon He re-implants upon this ground And having well resolved then He 'l die before he 'l leave 't agen IV. Lady my love 's this traveller Its native Countrey is your Brest And there it found a native rest Till led by fancie it did erre And being gall'd by fancie 's fraud It by all means would go abroad V. Then out it went and stray'd about In every hedge and every hole And scan'd the clifts of many a soul It peep 't within and spi'd without Making a serious inquisition Through every region and condition VI Some love I found but thin and sad For every calm and gentle look That from my Mistresse eyes I took Ten times ten thousand frowns I had Then did I sigh and sighing say I will return to Claria VII There 's zeal refin'd there 's love enough There 's morall parts and sacred grace There 's good conditions and good face There 's not a glance that 's rough Then Claria open thou love's dore And I will nere forsake thee more 43. The Entertainment THalius the story thou hast told Is Cupid's bow and I can hold In no repulse the winged boy Has quickly won the victory The willing prize 't is thou dost win The door is open enter in 44. Claria's Blot WHat 's amiable that my Claria needs Be it for feature fortune or for deeds Or charitable vertues can you say What is defective in my Claria Survey her beauty read the story ore Of her chaste life go open every dore Thus having done return again and see If ere you found a sweeter soul then she One that can dally soft yet not degrade From modesty nor basely be betray'd One that loves honour yet in each condition Is an antagonist unto ambition Whose tongue more shrill then Philomels may be The Hieroglyphick of humilitie Whose garb's the embleme of a decent maid One that can trade with love yet lust evade One that is courteous yet doth scorn to fall Into a vein that 's hypocritical One that is lovely yet doth still deny To be apparent in each vulgar eye One that is nobly born and yet is one That scornes to call descent in question One that is fair and yet performs the task To veil her modest beauty with a mask Though many fortunes court her yet they are No props of pride nor cited as a snare To trap her lovers Every thing she does Expresses vertue liberally she flowes With wholsome counsell she retains in store A hand for every work for every sore A proper Salve she 's a sure Physician For every accident and each condition But here 's the main perfection that she lacks She payes her rent but will not pay her tax Loves souldiers labour under Claria's ray But my Claria will allow no pay Ah Claria Claria if so be you would Content your souldiers as indeed you should With smiles and kisses and imbraces too You 'd nere want souldiers to contend for you But here 's our woe when we our armes erect And yet you will allow us no respect 45. To the Venerean Cow-herd I. FAll on fall on fond Cow-herd fall And hold thy deer in chase The man that never moves at all Is alwaies where he was He playes no play the fencer knowes That keeps his guard and makes no blowes II. Go arm'd with courage and the sin Of Cupid and assault her At one essay I 'd either win The Mare or lose the halter It is no progresse unto honour Only to stand and gaze upon her III. It was not Alexanders wit To dally and delay For had he ever practis'd it He had not born away The worship'd wreath of fame nor hurl'd Reports of conquest ore the world IV. Despair not thou at thy descent Nor th' weaknesse of thy strength Though now she 's flinty to relent She may grow soft at length Perpetual and accustom'd knocks Will bruise and break the hardest rocks V. What though the glistering lumps of fame Upon her beauty strove Ev'n such whose sparks might yee inflame Yet could not gain her love Hold thou thy course and forward run A torch burns hotter then the sun VI The wanton Goats warm bloud will part The Diamond in two Which neither Vulcans fiery art Or steell could ever doe Some Girles choose rather swaines in rags Then mighty Bashawes and their bags 46. The shattered Heart I. LOve put his bow into my hand Charg'd with a golden dart And gave withall a strict command To shoot into thy heart Moreover unto me he said He would assist me with his aid II. Now on the pile of this my dart As lovers use to doe I fixt my own aspiring heart And then I shot at you And shooting hit your breast of flint But 't was so hard it stuck not in 't III. My heart was shattered at this blow It fell so fierce thereon Thus seeking Claria's heart I trow My own was overthrown And like a hawk that strikes beside The game my heart fell down and di'd 47. The Jubile I. TEll me no more of Jubiles Esteemed by the Jewes Olympick games and such as these Which ancient Rome did use And did destroy their cares upon The racks of recreation II. O tell me not of Turkish glories Great Mah'met and his pride Nor touch me with tyrannick stories How men for zeal have di'd With an implicite faith to prove His
I 'd have you know it No priviledge to th' Painter and the Poet 'T is we that crush your vices and that can Conjure the fury of the proudest man Into a shittle-cock 'T is we that rise With undepressed raptures to the skies Triumphing there ore every snarling foe That in a currish humour barks below Vain hopes then cease or else Apollo must By th' Organ-bellowes blow thee unto dust We span the world the Misers we defie Their gold 's an eye-sore to a Poets eye We scorn such drosse And he that shall subscribe Unto the incantation of a bribe Is but Apollo's bastard and must be For ever branded with indignity We hisse down all his honour and we hate him And from our covent excommunicate him He 's none of us 't is only such as finde An unsuppressed uncontrolled minde Transcending fortune with a face that charmes All grieving sorrowes and afflicting harmes That pines not in the study nor contracts His cheeks into live Mumma by his acts That over-looks small injuries and still Thinks puny-rogues unworthy of his quill 52. Phorco amd Parlio 1. Phorco. FAirer then beauty in her pomp descri'd Or Venus tri'd Unto the third degree Is that Seraphick she That vowes her love and constancy to me 2 Parlio Such splendor cannot but amate thy sense Such influence Sure't cannot choose but cloy All thy felicity And make thee make a footstool of thy Joy 3. Phorco. O no it cannot but her beauty brings A pair of wings To me as to the flies Gives Titan from the skies Whereby as they do I poor I arise 4 Parlio So then it seems th' art but a fly at best And here 's the jest Untill thy Mistresse bring By her sweet beams a wing Th' art but a cripl'd fly Alas poor thing 53. The Retired Lady I. ANd why devoted to the Cave Is this the end The finall end hath nature gave You Gems to hide and not extend Or like Narcissus are you bent With your sweet self to complement II. When you were born sure Nature meant some other thing Whose meaning by your discontent You 'ld peevishly to ruine bring The Sun doth shine the stars hold forth And so should you expose your worth III. Why should a face whose magick may weak souls recrute The vallons and the veils obey Or wherefore should that tongue be mute Whose harmony to mortall ears Sings high and sweeter then the Spheres IV. â—uch for her Countreys welfare came into the earth Part of her best parts we may claim As truly forfeit at her birth Yet since forc't boons are not so kinde We 'l beg your face and vertuous minde V. As did Medusa by her eyes To stones convert Each daring look so thine surprise But 't is not with Medusa's art As flesh to stones transformed she So stony hearts are broke by thee VI Thy sacred lips where cherries grow Set round with spice Whence loves Electars freely flow Why in recesse constrain'd so nice Sure he shall die unblest that misses The famous booty of your kisses VII Will thy bright beams be ere the lesse For lightning me Or will it blur thy comlinesse Or stigmatize thy dignitie Then lie no longer in the Mines Diana's chast and yet she shines VIII Pray what avails Danae's tower Or what content Is Couched in the golden shower While she receives imprisonment The life of beautie 's by resort Not in the prison but the Court IX Then bring thine Eastern cheeks abroad And hide no more Those Gems each judgement would applaud And with a reverence adore So both your self and we in this Shall have the greater share in blisse 54. Loves outside I. NO more of love away Avoid fond Girl Seek not our wits to slay Only with shels of pearl That was begotten of a lump of earth Spew'd from corrupted bowels so took birth II. Shut up thy Magazeen In velvet masks Leave not thy beauty seen Nor put fond thoughts to tasks For all the pleasures to our eyes you bring Are but loves wanton shadow not the thing III. What if thine ivory hand Which we adore I boldly durst command Ten thousand times and more To kisse alas what were it to suffice The thirst of love or quench the flames that rise III. Nay could my license yet More freely slip If Caelia would commit The bounty of her lip Unto my pleasure there to play and sport All this is but the Lobby of Loves Court IV. Or should my bended armes Thy wast confine And thou with equall charmes Shouldst lie impaling mine These cannot ravish nor reside upon A heart that presseth at perfection V. No fainting breath no glance Nor leering smile Nor motion shall advance My fancy or beguile A thought that 's fixt for I have tri'd the pain And am resolv'd I 'le nere love so again 55. To Caelia in the fields WHy wilt thou go fair Caelia why What 's needfull of importancy That can without thee not be done Why wilt thou leave me all alone I have but seen thy face as yet We had no time to speak nor sit Good Caelia stay and do not lower Let 's couch in this Eglantine bower Behold the quavering sprigs how they Move almost in a sensual way With morall action seeming too Through invitations unto you Come come with folded armes let 's lie In a proportion'd symmetrie See you the birds in yonder tree How loving and how peart they bee How they from sprig to sprig remove And with their bills decipher love Let me upon thy golden tresses And veins those Azure wildernesses Hop like these birds and let my hand Wander along thy unknown land To finde how well the fruit doth rise As in Canaan Israels spies And if the same I do approve Therein I le plant my vine of love And with a pleasant pain I 'le frame A fertile vineyard in the same Come do not weep 't will do thee good It will refine corrupted bloud Then struggle not nor do not shriek I have no weapon that can strike A deadly blow 'T will not disease thee With greater wounds then what shall please thee See yon big-bellied ewe that late Receiv'd the marrow of her mate She looks most lovely so will you Now you receive your lovers too Then have at all upon 't I 'le enter And plant my vine there at a venter 56. Her Reply HE that nere drank was nere a dry And he that nere knew liberty Regards it not and she that can Not by experience say what 's man Desires him not but when she knowes What vertue from his nature flowes She 's mad t' imbrace him and doth guesse His presence her best happinesse Before I tri'd thee I abhorr'd Thy proffer'd love and could afford No wanton thought but now I see Thy spirits and their energie My soul to thee I will resigne There is no pleasure like thy vine 'T will make me fruitfull and I swear Plant thou alwaies I 'le alwaies bear And though this fruit
Europa must a bulling go And lest he misse Soft Leda's kisse Or she should want dame Natures use He 'l be a Swan and she a Goose In love we live in love we die But we conceive no reason why IV. Neptune we rank among the rest As savouring grosly of the beast Before that he Depriv'd will be Of Theophanes love his Dear A pair of Rams hornes he will wear In love we live c. V. Why to hell did Orpheus goe Hercules and Aeneas too Did not it prove To be for love But here 's the thing that startles me What reason for such love may be In love we live c. VI Some say it's beauty that injoynes Our roving thoughts and them confines But Jove I know It is not so Our Mistresses deformed were Till love and Poems made them clear Then by this argument we prove Love creates beauty that not love VII Some tell us riches is the goad That rules our fancy in this road My Genius cries It 's otherwise 'Cause with Quotidian eyes we see Love practising on poverty In love we live c. VIII Some say its vertue we adore And wisely fall in love therefore But I forbear To settle here 'Cause Cyprian lads I 've seen rejoyce In the polluted armes of vice In love we live c. IX No face nor fate nor vertues are Love's sole-illaqueating snare No cause can be Found out by me Why for a she we take such pains We bruise our limbs and break our brains Only in love we live and die But never know the reason why 62. The Countrey Girl I. AP-x on your Dames that scorch with their flames And fire us alive in the city I would they might go to the devil below For they are most wickedly witty II. The Jewels they wear in their ears and their hair And their breasts that are open and naked Are as bills that are set on a house to be let And who ever pleases may take it III. Their faces do shine like the Sun in the line God a mercy the colours they laid on But did you but see how ugly they be When th' are off them you would be afraid on IV. I am for the lasse that doth pisse on the grasse Though the Courtiers unworthy esteem her She is pleasant and neat and her carriage compleat And her cheeks are as brown as a leemer V. You freely may sip on her sanctified lip Although she be easily danted The snow on her brow did nature allow She 's neither perfumed nor painted VI She learns not to cheat in the School of deceit Her heart is dissolv'd in her speeches She scornes that while you the matter shall do One should run away with your breeches VII Her glances they be out of innocency Yet blow for blow she will give duly She gives you your fill and lets you lie still For she scornes to be counted unruly 63. Reproof O You inchanting fairest fair Whose powers more then Magick are Upon a mortall breast forbear For want of love to slay me Let not one ray upon me light Unlesse affection you unite With every aspect beams so bright Cannot but over sway me How could the Africans abide To look upon Apollo's pride And to that fiery zone be ti'd In toyle exhausting sweat Did not Apollo's power extend Causing earths bowels to ascend And unto every native lend His nourishment with heat Your beauty is this torrid flame Whose colours scorch where ere they came And browes with furrowes do unframe And galls me with despair But the Eglantine spicie grove That 's in your sacred breast and love Can mitigate that fire above And sun-burnt souls make fair Then shut those eyes of Juniper And let them not their heat transfer To me your sad Idolater Unlesse you mean to love Or else beneath these beams I die You gain the guilt of tyranny And so impawn your dignity And grieve the gods above 64. Bacchus I. AND why such a drouth has infested my mouth Is my lip and the cup faln asunder And do they intend nere to end Their dissension Oh it were a wonder If I should fall out with so cordial a friend II. Fill the boul do not think I 'le be bauk'd of my drink He that will falleth lower then folly I will liquor my brains that my strains May with triumph tread down melancholly And this will be freedome in fetters and chains III. Had the fool Icarus laid his policy thus His wings made of wax had not melted But he well might have flown to the Zone Whereto his desires ambitiously pelted And then his Catastrophe nere had been known IV. Had the sack made him moist he might have rejoyc't And sung his P-wit like a Plover But alas he fell short and paid for 't He was drown'd in the sea and he could not get over Thus 'twixt fire and water he spoyled the sport V. Or if Phaeton in this method had gone Lesse harm he had done more wit he had learned Had he fixed his sack on the back Of the Sun sure the world it would never have burned Nor he and his credit indured the wrack VI Take a soul that is sous't in the Sack he caroust He has wings that advance at his pleasure He 's indow'd with a minde drives the winde And vaults ore the flouds of affliction at pleasure His heart in a dungeon is never confin'd VII Take a man in his wine he 's for any design He looks in the face of the proudest imployment And his will does not roave nor remove The greatest of Princes has no such injoyment He dwels where the Deity resteth above VIII He defies the base fear of a Parliamenteer And scorneth the frowns of the high man All his care is to think on his drink And smilingly biddeth a pox on the dry man That wastes in his cell and consumes with his chink IX Then again fill the boul let it merrily troul Play out with your Rummikins quicker Let the cares of the world all be hurl'd In your cups and be drown'd in your liquor And drink till your noses with rubies are pearl'd X. Let it fall to your lot to be plung'd in the pot And suffer your brains to be sacked with drinking From the merry merry glasse do not passe You 'l finde it is better if weighed in your thinking Then for to be sackt as Jerusalem was 65. The Rejection I. ALL in vain turn again Why should I love ' r Since she can love no man I will give over I 'le not stay to obey But will retire Why should I thither slie And not injoy her II. Let her still please her will With a deniall She shall be unto me As the Sun-diall Let her bloud raise the mud All in good season I 'le not gaze on her face Till I have reason 66. Loves Arrant I. ARme Cupid arme Gird on thy quiver take thy bow And numbly go And seek a she that thou maiest charme Flie
POEMS BY HVGH CROMPTON The Son of Bacchus and God-son of Apollo BEING A fardle of Fancies or a medley of Musick stewed in four Ounces of the OYL of EPIGRAMS Aut prodesse volunt aut delectare Poetae London Printed by E. C. for Tho. Alsop at the two Sugar-loaves over against St. Antholin's Church at the lower end of Watling-street 1657. To my well affected and no lesse respected Friend and Kinsman Colonell Tho. Crompton Right Honourable TO make a large pair of gates to a little Cottage were to throw the house out at the windowes and reduce order into confusion My wits are little my leisure little my Book little and therefore for the sake of correspondency my Epistle shall be little and all these being summ'd up together in little time the product will prove to little purpose My Muse is illegitimate and dares not look upon the Sun of censure wherefore I presume to shade it under the skreen of your goodnesse If I should commend my self it were to say the Crow is white or if I should pin applauses upon you it were to set a glosse upon the Sun or paint Roses with Vermilion All I aim at is to beg you the Patron of my imperfeâ—t Labours If you please therefore to accept this thimble full of endevour you will allow me more honour then can be contained in the crackt vessell of my indesert And ingage my bloud to veil bonnet in your service For I am Your loyall Kinsman And servant Hugh Crompton A FARDLE OF FANCIES OR A MEDLEY OF MUSICK Stewed in three ounces of the Oyle of Epigrams 1. The new Helicon WHat 's this advanceth our poetick strains And breeds a sea of fancies in our brains Frames us more high then fortune and doth keep Our mindes contented in distresses deep Is it the pimping water that doth flow From poetasters Helicon or no Is 't the Pierian well the font that uses To be attributed unto the Muses Is that so lofty in each puny quill That 's on the insteps of Parnassus hill Pauâ— â—a 〈…〉 it not it 's odious and I tell ye Such liquor will breed chill-blains in the bellie And pimples in the brains and never clime Up to the feeble honour of a rime Much lesse a Poem But the only stream That turnes all horrid sorrowes to a dream Of paradise and makes a Poet shine Is Bacchus bounded in a Pipe divine Here 's Helicon in hoops which doth convince A Princes frown and make a pleasant Prince I told my friend this story but he swore He nere knew Helicon had hoops before But hee 's a foolish Imp and for his pains I dig'd a whirl-pit in his greasie brains And fill'd it with this liquor which began To make him stand t' his armes like any man Zounds he began to swear And swearing sayes His bloud is up in armes and he can raise A whole Brigade of thoughts which will not doubt If thought could do it to give him the rout That routed great Darius or orecome The world with one poor finger and a thumb He cals Apollo skip-jack and abuses Cleio Urania yes and all the Muses Spits into Helicon and then looks sower Disclaims its vertue and denies its power He swears it poysons Poetry And then He scratches Pallas till she bleed agen And now he fals to swearing by the Lord Hee 'l run Parnassus thorough with the sword Of his invention And hee 'd have you know it Wine is the Helicon that makes a Poet 2. Opportunity I. WHy should I not dally my Dear in thine eye and chace the dull hours away He that lets such a fair opportunity flie he loses his aime by delay And it 's pity he ever shâ—uld sip Electar and Nectar that flowes from thy lp. II. Upon thy fair tresses which Phoebus excell my diligent fingers I 'le twist O there 's my desire for ever to dwell and I hope thou wilt never resist And ere and anon c. III. Upon thy fair breasts I 'le be mounted aloft and there in my charet I 'le feel The grain of thy body more precious and soft then the web of Arachne's wheel And ere and anon c. IV. I 'le wander abroad in thy veins and I le seek the mazes of pleasure and love The garden of Venus it is in thy cheek And thither my fancy shall move And ere and anon c. V. There upon the lillies and roses I 'le light And gather my sweets like the Bee And I will not go far for a lodging at night For surely the hive shall be thee And ere and anon c. VI Where when I am hurl'd my nest I will build Of Hony-combs all in a rank I 'le buz in each corner untill it be fill'd And make thee more full in the flank And ere and anon c. VII Come then with a Cornish let us combine I know thou canst easily doe 't Thou shalt take my heart and I will take thine And I 'le give thee my hand to boot And ere and anon I will sip Electar and Nectar that growes on thy lip 3. To his Rivall I. ANd wherefore do thy darts arise To her sweet eyes What though shee 's fair and others are Not of a magnitude so rare In vertue and in beauty yet Me thinks to quell Those emulating thoughts that swell Beyond thy reason would be wit II. Tell me what though her fame Has rais'd her name Above the crest of all the rest Of her own sex and doth invest Her with desert of princely love What 's that to thee Why shouldst thou swell with enmity Or from the square of prudence move III. What though her face a copy were More bright and clear Then all the theams and wanton dreams Of Poets in their am'rous streams A president for future daies Must thou therefore Repine at my successe and roar 'Cause fate for me this lot did raise IV. Did she ere court thee with delight Or lend least sight By smiles that she affected thee Or would renounce her faith from me And of thy presents be possest The Gordian knot W' have ti'd by Hymen's leave and lot Then rob's not of loves interest V. Or were 't not for that sponsal bond She 's not so fond To unbequeath her heart till death Shall nolens volens stop her breath She alters not like nights and noons Lais and she Were not of one triplicitie Shee 'l not change suiters with new Moons VI Cease then t' importune And withhold Thy showre of gold Mock thou not Jove in lustfull love In vain thou seekst the rock to move Call home thy folly and refrain Or else who knowes But thou in spight of fate mayst lose Thy hopes thy Charges and thy pain 4. The Irony to Phillis PHillis O Phillis shall I raise Some lively sonner in thy praise Shall I confesse it is my duty To vail my bonnet to thy beauty And sacrifice to thee alone 〈…〉 Hecatomb composed on Ten thousand scraps of
revenge me of this trouble I 'le say thou hast a heart that 's double 14. The Petition I. O Pity pity him that fryes Upon the grid-irons of thine eyes What greater plague could hell devise II. No Juniper has such a coal No torture can torment a soul So bad as love when 't doth controul III. The Sun growes warmer by my fire And by my sighs the winds retire My tears advance the Ocean higher IV. O turn thou Antidote alone And mollifie thy heart of stone Before I perish flesh and bone V. Change thou thy Marble into mosse And do not smell of Charing-crosse To lose a hard heart is no losse VI O cool me in thy shady grove And from my senses quite remove The sulph'rous odour of a stove VII Or else a tyrant thou wilt bee That hast the heart to stand and see The wofull martyrdom of mee VIII Of me whose labour and endever Was prone to be thy slave for ever And to resist thy fancy never IX Of me whose solace and whose rest Could not suppose it self more blest Then when I thought thou lov'dst me best X. Of me of me and only me That fanci'd once I ne're could be Happy but in thy companie XI And now that thou shouldst be my bane Retorting such reward again Is grief too great for me t' explain XII But since I must be thus withstood And none may quench my boyling blood My passion shall produce a flood XIII A flood of tears shall flow so free That they shall quench these flames in mee And then I 'le scorn thy Love and thee 15. A brave temper I. YOu lumps of the earth will you never be wise Go barter your plumbets for plumes and arise Your spirits you tire like Dun in the mire The gold and the silver that Fortune hath lent you Hold your freedoms in chace and disfigure the face And in stead of a pleasure are toyles that torment you II. And these are the blessings your labours beget Y' are clear of the Compters yet ye are in debt For sadly you finde you have prison'd your minde And nothing can baile out your hearts from your purses Besides you induce Panick fear and abuse Well riveted in by the poor in their curses III. Now as for the Poets they feel no such weight What they gain in the morning they spend at the night And when they haue done they lie down with the sun Commending their bodies to heavens protection And they fear not the thief that disturbs your relief That keeps you awake and your joyes in subjection IV. There 's none wil break through our wals we presume To rifle our cossâ—rs and ransack our room We have no such things as Jâ—wels and rings No St thief nor high-way man arms at our treasure We do what we please and our selves keep the keyes Of our own inlargement and take'â— at our pleasure V Each man is a Consull t' himself and doth sit Sole Judge in the Courts of Canary and wit We build not our hopes on the pardons of Popes Our hearts they are clear and we will not imbrue um With corruptible crimes and errors of times We never fall out about meum and tuum VI While we in the lofts of our liquor do lie The eyes Astronomy reach not so high For then we have more of riches in store Then they which have purchast Episcopal livings With the lands and the means of Chapters and Deans Which now 's their fee simple for only thanks-givings 16. The Search OUt she 's gone and I will follow Help me help me good Apollo Come Lucina bring thy taper Lusty Mars lend me thy rapier I 'le not stay for time nor danger Nor be dasht by friend or stranger Night and day I 'le not be quiet Nor receive my rest nor diet Till I finde What my minde Feeds upon No frowning rigor No fierce Wolf nor furious Tyger Shall repeal me or refrain me No ingagement shall constrain me No false pleasure shall me flatter No tempestuous storm shall batter Down my fixed resolution Nor affront my prosecution Till my breath Fails by death But who shall be my attendant Presbyter or Independant Pages sure I need not any Though I might be serv'd by many With no rivall I will mingle Love is best when it is single Ergo I alone will wander Till alone I understand her That doth sway Night and day My vext fancy Oh but whither Shall I ramble to be with her If among the gods I enter There I shall not circumvent her She 's not so devoutly given As to lodge her soul in heaven She conceiv'd it not her duty To trust more to zeal then beauty Nor could I Ere discry Any cause why she should do it When I nicely look into it Beauty natures prize and potion Got more profit then devotion Is 't not true then judge you of it We love that most yeelds most profit Therefore I will never minde her In coelestial orbs to finde her It would be Hard for me Yet perhaps she took her station In some apparent Constellation Which if sea-men did but know it They would point their staffe unto it And for observations follow Her in stead of bright Apollo If among the birds she gathers She 'l be noted by her feathers Such as are Richly fair And will quite forsake loves fountains For the sweet Arabian mountains Where the Phenix lately burned To whose nature she is turned If with Pluto she abideth And within those groves resideth Then I am resolv'd to think it That she is in every Pinket That is seen On the green But why are my thoughts extended To such breadth she 's comprehended On the surface of the centre Where earth's globe doth complement her She 's apparent in each flower And therein displayes her power Smell but on the sweetest posies Look upon the blushing roses There thine eye Shall discry Her but 't is too faint and weakly And in them she looketh sickly Th' are but types and cannot shew her As she is one half so pure She is the prop of natures glory Beauty far exceeding story That may teach perfection better By her golden rule and letter Such is she Sought by me Now if any man discryes her For loves sake let him surprise her Let him take her by the finger And to Cupid's palace bring her And of her take twice two kisses And hee 'l need no greater blisses 'T is sufficient to requite all His endevours So good night all You that know Lovers woe 17. A Woman I A Woman is a wanton thing And only serves to dandle A bow that bends without a string A knife without a handle For if thereon your hand you put It 's ten to one but you are cut II. A woman is a lighted taper She burneth as she sings Lovers like flies while there they vapour They scorch away their wings Then down they fall into her pit And there they drown both joy and wit III. A
worship are beyond their wit IV. 'T is neither art nor desert that doth bring This man to be a begger that a King No vertuous hearts nor morall parts But that which still drives up the hill And daily doth inhaunce Mans greatnesse and his worth advance Can be no other then auspicious chance V. Since then by chance we either fall or stand And fortune playes with such a partial hand No heart of mine shall ere repine Nor will I guesse unworthinesse The more in me to rest Though I conceive I am not blest With Princely honours or a golden Chest 31. A tear over Orania's Tomb I. OH let me weep weep out mine eyes Upon the Tomb-stone where â—e lies Embalmed and enshrin'd Let not my senses lead me home And leave Orania in the tombe Why should I stay behinde II. What hope have I of life or blisse Under so dire a fate as this What 's man without a heart There was but one 'twixt she and me And that away from me did flee When hence she did depart III. And though the life of sense I kept 'T were better in the urn I slept For sleeping there I rest And then my heart and I should be Fomented in tranquillity And both for ever blest 32. A voyage to the Canaries or the Sack-pilgrimage I. Farewell false pleasures vain delights Deluding stories and bewitching glories Farewell false measures and false weights Farewell false glosses and false lights Farewell you Tory-rories But welcome Sack for I will be Ingaged unto none but thee II. Farewell you streamed cheeks of ore You rich attires and you vain love-sick fires The world 's a witch beauty 's a whore Curst may he be that loves it more Or to its vein aspires My youthfull rivals I resign And now go pilgrim to the Vine III. Farewell you Castles Towns and Towers Farewell relations and fare ye well fond fashioâ— You morall rights and formal powers Wherein I 've wasted many howers Be gone away in passion No aid at all from you I lack In this my pilgrimage of Sack IV. Aureous and argent Mines avoid Be gone ye rubies and also you great boobie In this your privie search imploy'd Blinder then Cupid may the guide That still directeth you be What mettle earthly or divine Is not ingendered by the Wine V. Cuckolds farewell and Cuckolds Curres Farewell trunk-breeches and fare ye well long speeches Farewell you Lords Dukes Knights and Sirs Farewell you dalliance and demurres Farewell you oaks and beeches I neither value man nor tree But such as in the Vineyard bee VI Farewell Kings Princes Lords and Popes Farewell false Latins farewell deluded Satins Halters I 'le change for Cable-ropes Imbracing Stars and Horoscopes Farewell high heels and pattins Let no dull actor shame the stage The scene is a Sack-pilgrimage 33. The Retreat I. TEll me Tyresias was it thou Bewitch'd me unto Cupids bow Why should I hold this Deer in chace Or wrack my fancy on her face What hope is there to win the prize That still refuses and denies II. With weary labours night and day Early and late through clods and clay In health and sicknesse blisse and bale I wo'd her but 't would not prevail My time my coyn and spirits too I spent but yet all would not do III. I manacled each strugling thought And my aspiring soul I brought Into subjection and did spill Full seas of tears to gain her will All this I did and more but yet Her marble heart would not submit IV. Therefore I will decline the suit And pluck up fancy by the root I 'le bid my stragling heart go home And leave thee to the next that come But may I perish for my pain If ere I cringe to thee again 34. Deformity GIve me the Maul of Hercules the triple Head of stern Cerberus and thou Disciple Grim Gueryon come and bring thy furies here Up Hydra up Parca do you appear Call up the damn'd deformities and chace Each rosie and each purple from the place Bring not loves arrowes nor th' Idalian dart To gall my senses or love-wound my heart But help Oh help I am beset about With snakie-hair'd Medusa and I doubt I shall be frantick Heaven grant me aid To back my weaknesse or I am betraid Blesse me What eyes be these what flaming sawcers What speech is this more rustical then Chaucers What Tytian lump is here what form what fashion What monster in my breast would make invasion Jove shield me from 't and for succession-sake With sinfull Ixion let me not mistake A cloud for Juno lest my heirs should be Exceeding Centaurs in deformity Shield me good Venus from this ugly ghost Else I am ruin'd and for ever lost Yet if by force I must be thrown upon her To save my reputation and my honour I will imbrace her with a formall shew Of affectation but believe it you Those nuptial duties which from me should flow Shall be performed by I care not who Let Incubus the Night-Mare be her mate Or he that loves to wallow in such fate But if no devil nor no man will do 't For love her lovely gold shall presse them to 't They shall be mercenary I 'le not scorn With her own dowry to exalt my horn Although her body be deform'd and foul Her gold is fair and may delight a soul Who then but fools whom nature hath control'd Would not incurre the horn to gripe the gold 35. The true beauty I. TEmpt not my thoughts with powder'd hair With Sattin or with Lawn This cannot make a Lady fair Whose honour lies at pawn Bring not thy jewels unto me I neither value them nor thee II. Look not so high though fortune please Fairly to set thee forth Thy own ambition 's thy disease And bridle of thy worth Thy beautie 's blur'd thy fame destroy'd Thy honour 's strangled in thy pride III. 'T is she that 's fair and only she Whose minde does not advance With fate above her pedigree That glories not in chance Whose beauty has more brightly shone To others senses then her own IV. Such is my Claria she that holds My heart within her brest Whose parallel in Cupid's folds Or flocks did never rest She whose ambitious smoke doth smother Aspiring not above another V. She whose own merits might transport Her love beyond my case Is humbly pleas'd my flames to court And offerings to imbrace With me she 'l laugh with me she 'l sing With me she will do any thing VI She knowes no scorn she 'l not deny Her lips at my request She nere saw me in misery But she would be opprest Therefore my Claria only thou Must rule my soul and fortunes now 36. Sept. 1655. The downfal of the black Boy and the white Girle in Budge-row I. COme lend a heart-destroying tear A sigh a sob a groan You Black-boy lads that lately were More radiant then the Sun You that did use to crown your pates With Beer and Ale divine
too ponderous grow I 'le gladly die in bearing so 57. The unequall Match ANd why unto this stump would you be ti'd That were so hopefull and so fair a bride How dull how dead how drowsie and how cold Are all your amplectations and how old How crasie crouched and how feeble is He that should surfeit you with Hymens blisse Better you never had the smallest sense Of love then not in joy its influence What can expected be from him whose head Is fleec'd with snow-bals and imbattered With sixty years assaults whose breath affords Him language but in groans and not in words Pity thrice pity that so sweet a she Should lose her teeming time and barren be For want of agriculture what 's the cause You derogate so far from Cupid's lawes And spoyle his tenets why should Gems that shine Quite through the surface of your sacred Mine Perish for want of gathering and decay By wrong perusals in an unknown way 58. Her Reply 'T Is true he 's aged and therefore we bring His well experienc'd years unto the thing In former times he did the work and than He was well known to be a knowing man And now he 's worthy though his office be To digitate and gravely to ore-see This makes him happy and in him my self Bright shining in his lucubrated pelf What ever 's planted by anothers sweat Drest prun'd and water'd by his wholsome heat Yeelds him the issue Hence it then remains He has the profit others take the pains And I the pleasure no defect doth come For want of husbandry unto my womb Or though he eyes me with a jealous care I 've time enough to horn him and to spare Age is no watchman but his eyes give ore At five a clock i th' even or before T' incite the heart with jealousie or see The least attempt on his propriety His age-dry'd limbs dull Morpheus doth confine While youthfull Cupid is unfolding mine 59. To the Academick THink not to daunt us with a daring eye The Maze of Logick or maturity Of your taught science and intangled rules The scum and dregs of Academick pools Boast not of these nor strive with censure nice T' esteem your deer-bought wisdome by the price Think no excesse you have no power doth dwell In this accustom'd way to mak 't excell This can create no wonder we disclaim All sorts of admiration at the same Who findes by seeking a concealed treasure Payes equall pains for 's profit and for 's pleasure He has no novelty he gains no more Then what his fancy did expect before Is this a wonder if it 's wisely view'd Or does it savour of beatitude He that 's apprentice though the veriest fool Doth by instruction learn his Masters rule He keeps his folly still although he 's made A skilfull artist in his Masters trade He learn'd by teaching hence it came about But he 's ingenious gets the trade without Come then my spark thou of th' Oxonian race And let a word of reason interlace With thy ambition Grammar is thy sphere And thou canst travell in no path but there That 's all thou hast why thou hast bookt it fair Thou canst scarce tell us what the Morals are Thou of Philosophy no more hast known Then what tradition and the books have shown Thou keepst the track and only goest by course And I must tell thee that each Carriers horse Performs thy task and has as much to bee Ador'd for or admired at as thee Th' adventuring Merchant that is wasted ore To seek for jewels on the Indian shore Is not so happy in his far-fetcht geer As he that stayes at home and findes it here What think'st thou now Sayes not th' impartial test That Art 's but feeble Nature is the best Suppose your fancy leads you unto court Perhaps you are able to speak Latine for 't And now and then spew out a phrase of Greek But for invention you are far to seek You to the book must go if you would ken The customes and Moralities of men We do not so our method is divine We go by inspiration nor by line And we can tell you in our modern tongue We know our right and can revenge our wrong Without your Edicts we can work or play We do not value what the Schoolmen say But you grave wits where art and nature meet I humbly worship and with reverence greet Because I know where these united are The motion there will be more regular But you it is 'gainst whom my Muse doth rore That have been taught each science and no more And of a little make as great a show As if your knowledge had no more to know 60. The Drawer to his Lady I. THe God of love to me is come And in my fancy flew And bids me seek Elizium In nothing else but you The oracle has told me so My vine alone in you will grow II. Then let your flames reflex agen On him whose glory 't is To Court your eye-beams now and then And steal from you a kisse Let our two hearts move in one sphere And so we will the vineyard rear III. The vines we 'l prune the grapes we 'l presse With secrecy and sport 'T will ask no toyl nor heavinesse Taste and you 'l thank me for 't Come then and with the Drawer close And see the juice that from him flowes IV. Apollo's Nectar is an Asse Nepenthe's nothing worth If match'd with our Canary-glasse When love doth set it forth Come then and with the Drawer joyne His love and liquor is divine V. And if we see our labours yeeld Issues and profits deep Thy Tunne shall once a year be fill'd And we 'l a Tavern keep Good Lady then be pleas'd to shape Your love unto the Drawers grape VI Your belly shall the Cellar be The upper room 's your face Whose bright and painted bravery Who cannot but imbrace Come then and with the Drawer mix And we will live by Mere-trix VII Thy legs are gallond-pots my Deer I prethee do not blush The door of entrance shall be where Already hangs a bush Come then and with the Drawer cling And see the profit of the thing VIII Thy folded armes shall be the Bar Thy nod shall be the Sign Thy words shall serve for Bels that are In rooms to ring for Wine This done I dare presume that we Shall never out of custome be 61. The Mysterie I. BEwitching Boy how can it be That gods and men should bow to thee Thou hast a dart Strikes many a heart And yet no Seeker ere could know Or how or why it should be so In love we live in loue we die But we conceive no reason why II. This is a mystery that has â—in Ere since the age the gods liv'd in Each age and sex This ghost doth vex Jove hurried on by Cupid he To gain the prize a beast will be In love we live c. III. He 's chang'd unto a Bull and so